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Cheapo Wino Review Wednesday! Alamos Red Blend

Alamos Red Blend 2011 – $11.99


Winemaker’s Notes: Dark berry fruit flavors, integrated with brown spice and vanilla oak characters that form a plush mouthfeel. The Tempranillo and Syrah grapes contribute bold, spicy flavors of blackberry and black pepper which marry well with the juicy dark cherry flavors of Bonarda and the deep plum flavors of the Malbec base. The addition of Cabernet Franc helps to balance the blend, as it melds with notes of warm brown spice to create a long, supple finish.

 

Kim Notes: “Mmmm…it was delicious both before and after the trash picking!”

First, let me address the elephant in the room- Yes, last week I said I was going to step outside of my comfort zone and try some new crazy stuff, something other than Cabernet Sauvignon. Ok, so this is another red wine, but at least it’s not a Cabernet Sauvignon. Baby steps, people, baby steps.

Moving on.

Recently, I read an article in the September 2013 issue of Wine Spectator (yes, I actually have a subscription) entitled “The Great Bottle Test” by James Laube. In it, he says that an indicator of how good a bottle of wine is, regardless of price, is if you’re tempted to drink the whole thing or not. I couldn’t agree more! There have been plenty of wines that I’ve rated as “Meh”, the reason…I didn’t care to drink the whole bottle. Don’t get me wrong, I may have finished the whole bottle but it was more of an effort than a true desire.

Ok, so anyway, the “trash picking” thing is a long story but I’ll only bore you with about two-thirds of it:

Collin was on his skateboard today and he fell off, skinning his knee pretty badly. I washed the wound with clean water… and consequently found out that clean water is the only thing I have in the way of emergency care.

As he was soaking in the tub (I made him sit in a tub full of water, with his clothes on, splashing water on his knee), I searched every cluttered cabinet we had and returned with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide that expired in 2009, some gauze leftover from the dog’s anal gland surgery, and a roll of black duct tape.

The duct tape made me feel resourceful, like a survivalist! The gauze just made me feel ashamed.

After bandaging the wound, I poured myself a glass of Alamos. YUM, YUMITY, YUM! It was full, well balanced,had a slight spice, and although it wasn’t overly oaky, the other flavors more than made up for it.

Then, as I was finishing my glass, I saw this Facebook message on my neighbor’s timeline:

Free stuff at the bottom of our driveway. We have a long board, helmets, knee pads, much more.

Talk about destiny! I grabbed the kids, the flashlights (it was late), and we hopped in the car. You better believe we snapped up those knee pads. I’m not an idiot, the universe wanted us to have them. We also grabbed a sled and some Barbie dolls- the universe is generous.

When we returned, I poured my second glass of wine and guess what? I still liked it! In fact, I had to stop myself from drinking the whole bottle! And that’s how you know it’s good! James Laube said so.

Go out and buy me some today!

 

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Tips for Tuesday! Recycle your Kuerig K-cups!

Do you remember two weeks ago, when I admitted to not having the answers to all of life’s problems? You should, that was a pretty big deal. In fact, I could hear the collective gasp.

And do you remember me telling you that I reached out to some of the smartest & funniest bloggers on the web to offer up some of their own questionable tips? Well, I got another one!!!

My girl Alyson, over at The Shitastrophy (gotta love that name!), has graciously offered to help us figure out what to do with all of our used K-cups! Coffee addict that I am, I could use that tip!

After reading this brilliant tip, you have to go check out her blog! She’s hilariously honest, and the header picture alone will make you wanna pour a drink!

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I like coffee – who the hell doesn’t? If you have kids, you need some sort of boost. Since alcohol is frowned upon first thing in the morning, I reach for my trusty Kuerig coffee machine.

Every morning I have 2 cups of coffee, so 2 of those little plastic K-cups are used. What the hell am I supposed to do with all those little plastic cups? I really do hate to just throw them out – I’m very green you know, ok fine, more of a lime green, fine f%@kers, I think about the environment, are you happy now?

So what can you do with those little white plastic cups that are the castoff from your morning drug?

 

1) Use them for Jello shots later in the evening.

Just wash them out, fill with a lovely Jello/alcohol mix and voila! From morning to night – the K-cup is like the little black dress to help get you through the day.

 

Even better, my kids school does a Monte Carlo night where I sell shots, reincarnating my college job as Shot Girl. Sure my ass is bigger, but so are my boobs! Perfection. I’m sorry where was I going, oh yea – tax benefits! Turn that coffee habit into a couple hundred dollar tax write off when you claim your services at the local school fundraiser!

 

(Disclaimer, I am not an authorized tax attorney or accountant, and by no means providing real advice. If you are following my advice you are an idiot and will be most likely audited.)

 

2) Crush them on your forehead when you get drunk so you look really cool and strong!

I was never really able (or wanted to) crush an actual beer can on my forehead during my major drinking years. But now, it’s the hit of the party! Who doesn’t want to crush a cup into their perfectly made up face? Good times people! Just be sure you don’t get your eye by mistake, cause that’s gonna look like you got the shit kicked out of you.

Or pretend to be the Hulk’s wife! My kids like it when I pick up the cups and smash them. They really love when I do it while standing on a chair screaming about how awesome I am. I try not to fall off the chair, but shit happens.

 

3) Use them to dispense meds, just like in the hospital!

How fun is that! I put my happy pills in them, and the kids get their vitamins this way. They always know which ones are theirs and which are mine because I have clearly labeled them; I am very crafty. This is also early training for them for when I get old and senile and have to live with them. They’ll know how to dispense my meds daily, and how can you put a price on that?

I hope you enjoy these tips! I’d love to know any other uses you might have for those magical little plastic k-cups.

Thanks!

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About The Shitastrophy– Originally from NJ, I now live in the Midwest but have kept my sarcastic cynical Jersey attitude. I have to make a conscious effort to not curse in most conversations. I am the mother to two kids that provide constant fodder for this blog. My husband lives in fear that every thing he does or says will be highlighted in my next post, Face Book update, or Tweet. I love my two huge Bernese Mountain Dogs, even if they do eat their weight in food each month.

You can find me on: TheShitastrophy.com / Facebook / Twitter / Pinterest
 
 
 

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The Weekend in Crappy Pics

On Friday, the kids and I jumped in the car and headed to the Museum of Natural History! I can’t really explain it, but we ended up at Petco instead…buying a hamster. No one was more surprised than me, except maybe the hamster.

Ana kept calling him a guinea pig. I think that made him a little nervous about our hamster knowledge and the level of care that he’d receive.

Now here’s a little tip for Petco: If you’re selling an animal that requires tiny blocks of wood in its cage because “it’s a chewer”, how about you not send it home in a thin cardboard box?

There was a lot of screaming on that car ride…probably not the best transition for Blaze. Yes, Collin named him Blaze. I want to Photoshop him riding a chariot and wearing gladiator gear with the phrase “In a Blaze of Gory!” written underneath. I’d totally make that my LinkedIn profile pic.

 

On Saturday, I went to the gym and ran on the treadmill for 4 whole miles!

I’m relatively new to running, but with the help of some awesome music, I was really getting into it. In fact, I was really jamming out to the Pussycat Dolls’ “Don’t cha” song:
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don’t cha?
And as I felt my ass jiggling, the thought occurred to me “Shit, I’m the girlfriend”. I then skipped over to Cyndi Lauper’s “True Colors” to soothe my wounds.

 

Later that night, around cocktail hour, I sat on our deck with a martini in hand, crossed my legs, and saw something that reminded me of this poignant quote:

 

Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival. – Winston Churchill

 

My Leg

I took a few moments to honor the little guy’s survival journey…then I plucked him.

 

On Sunday, I went running again.

Brian’s suspicious about all this exercise. He thinks I’m full of bullshit and that I’m either cheating on him or secretly shopping. Given the prickliness of my legs, he’s leaning towards shopping.

Sunday night, I attended a summer camp meeting. That’s right, all next week I’ll be volunteering my services at a summer camp organized by members of my neighborhood. It’s a great cause as all the proceeds go towards pancreatic cancer research. This ain’t no Camp Cheapo, guys- these chicks are organized!

In an attempt to put distance between myself and my children (who will be participating) I asked to be given kitchen duty, preparing snacks and meals for the campers. When I told Brian this he said, “Are you really qualified for that?” My response, “Oh, pah-leez, I have a PH freakin D in chicken nugget preparation and PB&J assembly.” But between you and me, I’m a little nervous about the mac & cheese.

I’ll let you guys know how it goes.

How was your weekend?

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Free Advice Friday! How’s your rack?

Dear Kim,

I’ll start off by telling you that I think I might have a mom-crush on you. I just came across your blog and I really appreciate all of your worldly advice.

As for my question: My husband and I seem to be having a bit of trouble with our wine rack that was given to us as a wedding gift a few years ago. I think it is defective but I’ve been unsuccessful with my troubleshooting attempts. The problem is, no matter how many bottles we put in it, it doesn’t seem to hold the wine for more than a few days. I’m really at my wit’s end here, as I’m sure you can imagine. Any advice?

Thanks

Whiny Wino

 

Dear Whiny,

A mom-crush?! I am sooo blushing right now! Of course, it could be my rosacea acting up again, but I’m pretty sure it’s because of you!

Whiny, by “no matter how many bottles we put in it, it doesn’t seem to hold the wine for more than a few days”, I assume you mean you’re drinking it too quickly. Well, testify, sister, testify!!! Luckily, I can help!

At one time, my wine rack looked like this:

…a pathetic cabinet of rotating bottle loneliness.

Side note: The top wine was a gift from my wonderful brother-in-law, Kevin and his lovely wife, Stacy. The bottom wine was brought to book club by Renee. Renee was reassigned to Chips & Dips.

But my current wine rack is quite a display! It’s always filled and ready for the parrr-tay! …or so it would appear.

 

How to keep your wine rack full.

 

Step 1: Purchase your wine and carefully transport it home.

You do have an old car seat dedicated to wine bottle transportation, right?

 

Step 2: Using your Baby Bjorn (make sure the leg holes are sewn shut), carefully carry the bottles into the house, gently kiss each bottle, then choose which one you’ll sacrifice first. I like to sing “I’m a Little Wine Bottle” during this process:

It’s a very spiritual scene.

Step 3: Drink it.

 

Step 4: Refill your now empty wine bottle with cranberry juice or water & food coloring.

 

Step 5: Replace the cork as deeply as you can and cut off the remaining cork. Trust me, those corks are a bitch to get it back in.

 

Step 6: Color the top of the cork with a Sharpie. I recommend buying them in a variety of colors so you can match the original foil color.

 

Step 7: Gently slide the bottle back into your wine rack! TADA! A full wine rack through the art of winodermy!

Winodermy- You know how you had your taxidermist stuff your beloved, deceased dog, then sat him next to the kitchen table so it feels like he’s still alive and begging every time you eat your pizza (because pizza was his favorite)? Well, it’s a lot like that but with wine.

 

Whiny, I hope I was able to help you!

But if you meant that your wine rack was actually broken…throw that shit out! You wouldn’t let your child sleep in a recalled crib, so why on earth would you take chances with your wine?

 

Your friend in wine,

Kim

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